Do you guys remember the episode of Seinfeld (if you say you’ve never seen it or don’t know what it is, you should probably just leave my blog now… ok just kidding, kind of) where George decided it was the “Summer of George”? Well, I proclaim this to be the “Year of Madge”!  Ok ok, I know I proclaimed it in like 2006… which wasn’t too bad of a year, but I really mean it this time.  Things are going to go my way God damn it, if I have to take all of you down with me!   I feel

In the past few years as I have tried to expand my writing opportunities, and in doing so I have often encountered the dilemma of profanity.  The naughty word, the swear word, expletives, obscenities.  Should I use bad words if I am trying to appeal to the masses or get a certain job and need to have a certain image?  I’m still trying to figure it out.  I keep going back and forth. One thing I have ruled out is profanity just for profanity’s sake.  I’m beyond the whole “shock

I didn’t have any dreams for years. I don’t mean like the kind where a giant Lucky Charms Leprechaun is chasing me yelling in a deep growly James Earl Jones voice “Gimme back my Lucky Charms, bitch!”  I meant like goals/aspirations type dreams.  Well, other than the ones for my kids.  I’ve had plenty of those – I want them to get good grades, be healthy,  be great athletes, get into good colleges, be happy, live long and prosper. Me?  The last time I had a dream (other than T